Those upset that MGMT’s second album, ‘Congratulations’, wasn’t simply ‘Oracular Spectacular’ mark II will be further upset by the Connecticut-formed band’s third outing.
Eschewing sunshine melodies, MGMT here sink further into self-indulgent, amateurish psych-rock, constantly veering from wan and pallid to a heavy, soupy mess over the course of the album’s 10 tracks.
This kind of psychedelia may be currently in vogue thanks to acts such as Tame Impala, but MGMT make such a hash of things that it’s difficult to see anyone being blown away by this album.
Of course groups should look to change and evolve, but this is solipsism at its worst.
Words: Joe Rivers
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